To be honest and truthful
and forever faithful. Those were my words on my wedding
day, those are the words we chose to say to eachother.
"Forever Faithful". I am sitting here crying
as I type this, but I need to get it out before I
have a total melt down.
My husband and I have been married for 6 years. I
know it doesn't seem that long, but it seems like
a lifetime to me! God, 6 years!! The first year and
a half or so was pretty good. He has a great job,
we got our dream house, everything we wanted, everything
except children.
When we found out that he couldn't have children,
or I should say WE couldn't because of a problem with
him, he just decided sex wasn't important. Sex after
all is only for procreation, and if you can't procreate,
what's the sense? So, about 3 years ago, we just stopped
having sex at all. In the beginning, I kept myself
real busy, charities, parties and such, so didn't
really think about it much, but about a year ago I
met someone at a party, and all of a sudden I had
the rush of emotions I had supressed for so long.
We talked for hours it seemed, about everything from
snooty parties, to our spouses. His wife was never
home, always flitting off somewhere, my husband was
always gone on business, but always remembered to
bring me home some little trinket from wherever it
is he had been.
Tim was his name, he was a very handsome, well groomed,
man, about 10 years older than me. He worked out 3
times a week, and it showed! Even dressed to the 9's
he looked like he had a killer body. Sitting there
talking to him, I couldn't help but track his every
movement with my eyes, yes I would say we were flirting.
I am not a bombshell, but I think at my age of 28
I look pretty hot. No kids so no stretchmarks, I work
out a couple times a week, and I take care of the
house and the yard, I just love gardening, so I am
not miss priss, but I dress up pretty good. We found
out through our conversation that we work out at the
same club. That's where it all started.
Our workout schedules were opposite eachothers. Tim
worked out Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I worked
out Tuesdays and Thursdays, that's why we had never
seen eachother at the Gym. That next Tuesday as I
walked into the gym I saw Tim there. I couldn't believe
it! Was he there just for me, or did he have to change
his schedule for some reason. He saw me walk in and
waved me over. He was doing bench presses, his body
was even more perfect than I had imagined. I spotted
him and then we both went over to the treadmills.
It didn't take long for us to start talking, and I
noticed as we were walking on the treadmill, we were
in perfect sync with eachother. Once we were through
working out, we headed for the lockerooms. Tim asked
if I had time for a Smoothie, which of course I did
as my husband was again out of town on a busness trip,
so after a quick shower and freshup we headed for
the smootie bar down the street.
We sat talking for over an hour and then went for
a walk in the park, the day was gorgeous the company
was wonderful, it had been such a long time since
I was in the company of a man I could actually talk
to and feel so comfortable with. We ended up at the
end of the trail, you could walk through the brush
and on the other side was this beautiful pond, surrounded
by brush and trees, and soft grass. We sat on the
grass watching the frogs jump and ducks playing in
the water, it was then that it happened. Tim leaned
over and kissed me. My body felt as if an electric
shock had gone through it. Three years without the
touch of a mans hand on my body, 3 years without even
the slightest jolt, and here I was a ticking bomb,
and Tim hit the right button. It was all I could do
to control myself, but I did. I told him no, not there,
not then. So we left, he drove to his house, I drove
to mine. That night I called him, we met at a out
of town motel.\par
I can still see his silloutte in the doorway, the
way he smiled, how I felt walking in there. I didn't
feel cheap, I wasn't disgusted, and it was odd, but
I didn't even feel guilty at the time. Tim stood in
the doorway bare chested and bare feet, smiling holding
a glass of wine. I stepped in and kissed him lightly
on the lips. He handed me the glass of wine and I
set my purse down, took a sip of the wine and set
it on the table, we looked at eachother and he grabbed
me and pulled me to him. Leaning up against his body,
rocking back and forth, I could feel his hard cock
under his Kahkies. The heat we generated was incredible.
We undressed so fast I can't even remember doing it,
but the rhythm of our bodies I will forever remember.
The sex was incredible! We made love 5 times that
night. Each time as good as or better than the last.
My body ached for days, but it was a beautiful, wonderful
ache.
Why am I telling you this you wonder? Well, my problem
is, I am now pregnant. Yes, that is right, I am 28
married and pregnant with another mans baby. I won't
let this baby go, I will keep it, even if it means
losing everything. Tim doesn't know yet, but he will
soon, as we plan on going away together for the weekend
soon.
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